Play Nice... Or Else...
Play Nice... Or Else...
By: Rakuen Growlithe
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon or any related franchises. Volsar belongs Volsar. Grim belongs to MrGrim. The bible is not a literal account of creation and should only be read metaphorically. The following story contains content that will offend certain people, if you think that to be you, by reading the keywords, then stop now.
AN: This is a weird scenario I got in my head and about which I decided to write. Luckily I managed to rope in, I mean find some willing, people to make up the cast. Also this is my first story in forever, I think the first I've finished this year. The closest I've done lately has been essays and rp's.
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Volsar visualised where he wanted to be and not even a second later he was there. The abra used almost no effort to teleport from place to place, in fact it was the only way to reach certain rooms in his tower. After his teleport, he was standing on the ground floor of his tower, a structure hidden in the forest where he lived with his pets. Usually everyone got on fairly well but, like with any group, sometimes fights broke out. That day was one of those times.
After not even a minute on the lower level of the tower he heard an angry hiss, followed by a pained yelp. Following that came a growl and soon the lower level of the tower was filled with the sound of a fight in one of the rooms. Volsar scowled, his irritation evident on his face, as his leisurely walk was interrupted before it had even begun.
"Stop it, you two!" exclaimed Volsar, his eyes glowing as he grabbed the two fighting pets with his psychic powers
One of the squirming pets was Rakuen, a small pokemon known as a growlithe. Although growlithe are coloured much like a tiger they are actually a type of dog with the elemental powers of fire, a fact testified to by the black scorch marks on the walls and floor. The other was Grim, a new addition to Volsar's menagerie. He was an anthropomorphic panther, though panthers were completely unknown in the pokemon world and was one of the unique features that motivated Volsar to include him. The other unique feature of his was his coat, red and black with a jigsaw pattern over his entire pelt.
"He started-" began Rakuen, but was quickly cut off by Volsar tightening his psychic grip around the canine's balls.
"I don't care who started it or why you are fighting," stated Volsar.
He was enjoying watching his pets squirm and Rakuen's pained whimpers brought a bit of a grin to his face before he released the pressure.
"You two are my pets, my property, and you will treat my property with respect."
Grim and Rakuen just glared at each other, their claws and teeth respectively still ready from their earlier fighting.
"The only person who is allowed to damage my pets is me," continued Volsar. "What you need to do is learn to get along. I know just the way to teach you..."
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A few minutes later Volsar had both Grim and Rakuen standing behind him in his dungeon. A purple glaze over their eyes showed that Volsar was in control of their minds. Without the control of their bodies all the two pets could do was glance around and let their minds imagine all sorts of cruel torments which Volsar could be planning. One of the features that caught their attention was what looked like the opening to a well in front of them. Immediately Rakuen's pupils widened, being a fire-type pokemon made him highly susceptible to water. Grim was no less pleased, though his dislike was born from an innate feline desire not to get wet.
Volsar hummed to himself as the abra wandered around the dungeon, searching for some specific items.
"Ah, hear it is!" he exclaimed happily. "I packed everything I needed for this idea already. I was kind of hoping someone would have a fight."
To his pets frustration he was now standing behind them and while they could hear him moving some things around they had no idea what he had or what lay in store for them.
"Now," began Volsar, "the first part to making up is to kiss."
When nothing happened Grim and Rakuen realised Volsar had let them free again. The pokemon and panther turned to face each other, their anger still fresh and neither had any intention of kissing the other. Seeing their fur rising again, Volsar quickly intervened with his psychic influenced and forced their muzzles together. With that accomplished he systematically started to move each body part into position and mentally lock it in place.
Rakuen snarled as he felt himself moving forward and his lips met Grim's. The two males were staring right into each other's eyes and wasted no time in a starting an unspoken staring contest. The growlithe then felt Grim's arms moving up his sides and curling around in a hug, pulling him into an unwanted embrace.
Grim flexed his paws, using what little control he had to extend his claws, creating sharp pricks in Rakuen's skin. Being larger than the pokemon, Grim ended up on the bottom, supporting the pokemon and having to suffer the pokemon drooling into his muzzle.
As he knelt down next to his pets, Volsar was perfectly aware of how tortuous the current situation was to them. It didn't take his clairvoyance to figure out that you don't go from trying to hurt someone one minute to kissing them the next. Still, he was sure that by the end of their punishment the two pets would have a much stronger bond and be more than amenable to working together.
"This might be uncomfortable now, but you'll thank me later," warned Volsar.
With just that short sentence to prepare them the abra took two 'y' shaped tubes and inserted two ends into each of his pet's nostrils. The third end was about 30 cm away from the other two and hung loosely.
The psychic pokemon lifted his two pets, still holding each other close, with his mind and moved them above what Rakuen and Grim had thought was a well. Once Volsar removed the cover though they saw a shiny black liquid.
"It's liquid latex," explained Volsar. "As long as it's there it'll stay liquid, but once it gets exposed to the air it quickly becomes firmer."
The growlithe and panther floated above the black surface and then began to sink.
"I'd advise closing your eyes," warned Volsar, just before their heads sank under.
Grim clenched his eyes shut immediately after Volsar told him, not wanting to get anything on his eyes. The latex was surprisingly warm, though it felt thick and heavy as it stuck to his fur. His heart was beating in panic and he could feel Rakuen's doing the same but despite their fear they continued to breathe, the tubes in their nostrils remaining above the surface.
Volsar lifted the pair of disobedient pets from the liquid, giving the first coating a few moments to harden before dipping them in a second time. He repeated the process until the latex coating was about as thick as one of his fingers. The rubber covering concealed a lot of detail but it was still easy to make out the shape of his pets, and anyone familiar with Volsar's tower would have been able to tell who they were.
Volsar grinned as he ran his paw along the smooth, shiny surface. He knew his pets wouldn't be able to feel or hear him now, although they would certainly notice the pressure change when he touched them.
"Now you two will learn to co-operate," sated Volsar, communicating telepathically.
At the same time as he mentally spoke to his pets he teleported them back up to the main tower level and added a simple computer and mechanism to the breathing tubes. When Volsar activated the computer it closed Grim's tube, cutting the panther off from his air supply.
"Now only Rakuen can breath. Hopefully he's feeling generous and will share with you."
The growlithe was not feeling generous and Grim was soon struggling for breath. No matter how he tried though the couldn't get any air through the tube. His mind was racing as he squirmed and whimpered helplessly. Hugging Rakuen, he couldn't even get his claws free to try and claw his way out of his rubber prison. With each passing second his panic, and the burning in his lungs, grew.
"Oh, and Rakuen," added Volsar, watching the seamless rubber bag wriggling ever more erratically, "it's not going to stay like that. I haven't decided how long you two will stay in there but every so often the computer will change who has access to air. If one of you passes out or dies then the other isn't going to make it either. I need to go see how my other pets are doing though. I'll come back and check on you two later."
That last bit of information made Rakuen reconsider. He had planned to let Grim go and effectively end their fight for good but now that would have drastic consequences for him. Even more alarmingly Grim's struggles were now starting to slow down and grow weaker. Urged on by a new fear for himself, Rakuen breathed deeply then exhaled through his muzzle, pushing air into Grim's body.
The panther was beginning to feel dizzy before he felt Rakuen's breath in his mouth. Eagerly he sucked it down before giving the stale air back to the growlithe. With each recycled breath he felt himself growing stronger again and the urgent call from his lungs grew silent once more. That was when he found himself cut off from air again.
As long as Grim survived, everything was fine, reasoned Rakuen. He still hadn't forgiven the panther and there was no reason he couldn't use his privileged position now to make the anthro cat suffer a bit. The fire-puppy gave him another breath of air, then cut it off again. It needed a lot of thought to cycle his breathing and so why do it more than necessary. As a bonus it felt quite good to have the cat whimpering and knowing that only he had the power to give it what it wanted. The air was everything in their punishment and Rakuen had control of it that was until the computer beeped and changed its setting, cutting the pokemon off from the outside and granted that luxury to Grim.
It took the jigsaw-coated cat a few seconds to realise that he was now able to breathe freely, but once he did he sucked the air in greedily. Now it was his turn to feel the rush of power as Rakuen squirmed in an effort to get his attention. He could feel the puppy licking at his maw, begging for a breath but held it back until he could feel the pokemon's strength starting to wane like his had.
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After leaving them for most of the day, Volsar returned to free his pets. He had left them in the open for his other pets to watch as they squirmed and struggled for every breath. Now the others had left though and Volsar would have some privacy with the two. He checked them over mentally before telling that he was there and was pleased to see that they were both fine and cycling breaths back and forth without any more struggles. The evil abra gave a smile, seeing that his plan had worked. He didn't know how long it had taken but, as he had predicted, they had eventually grown tired of fighting with each other for air, probably when they began to get dizzy and develop headaches, and had realised that working with each would make things a lot less unpleasant.
"I'm glad to see that you two have stopped fighting. I'll let you out now."
Volsar's voice was projected into Grim and Rakuen's heads and made both of the pets unbelievably relieved. They felt a sensation as the humanoid pokemon's powers enveloped the latex cocoon and cut them free. Amazingly it didn't stick to their fur or hurt when it came off, something they guessed must have been Volsar's doing as well. Grim was the first to stir, meekly breaking the kiss he and Rakuen had shared for the past few hours and getting on his knees in front of Volsar.
"I take it you two have learned your lesson?" asked Volsar. "I don't want to see any more fighting between you two."
The chastised pets nodded, keeping their ears flat and not daring to speak.
"Good. Now show me you can work together."
Volsar lay back on a large snorlax plushie, his legs stretched out in front of him.
"Clean my paws," he commanded.
Rakuen was the first to respond, padding over to his master and starting to lap at one of the abra's feet. Grim wasn't far behind him and started licking at the second one. Volsar had planned this part of their punishment too and instead of teleporting had made a point of going for a long walk, leaving his feet quite dusty and a lot dirtier than usual. He wriggled his toes, letting a shiver of pleasure run up from his feet as each paw felt a different, though equally pleasing, sensation. Rakuen's tongue was smooth and slid easily over the abra's feet and up between his toes while Grim's was rougher, letting the cat lick less to clean his master's paws but each lick picked up more dirt and had a much stronger taste.
"You should be happy to serve your master," scolded Volsar when he saw their dissatisfied expressions.
Grim finished first and the fastidious cat took the time to try and clean the grime and it's taste from his muzzle. A task made more difficult than necessary without anything to wash out his mouth with. Volsar waited patiently for Rakuen to finish, leaning forward and petting the growlithe's head.
"Good boys. Now let's see if you can manage the same target."
His pets each gave a whine, they were hot, tired and hungry after the day spent encased in rubber.
"Don't worry this is all you need to do today," Volsar assured them, getting down on all fours and lifting his tail.
Obediently Grim and Rakuen moved behind Volsar and pressed their muzzles up against his rump. Volsar moaned happily as his pets' tongues began to wet and probe at his anal star. Volsar's cock started to stir and he reached down with one hand to encourage it.
"Keep it up," he murmured, his mouth hanging out in pleasure as he started to slide his hand along his meat.
Grim and Rakuen were cheek-to-cheek but no longer had any animosity for each other. Their mutual suffering and dependence had worn out all bad feelings and all that mattered now was to obey their master. They even allowed one another an apologetic nuzzle, their tongues starting to lap against each other almost as much as they slurped the pokemon in front of them's rear.
Rakuen's tail started to wag as they went on, his tongue probing deeper until he was kissing his master's tail-hole. Grim was more restrained and lapped over the abra's butt cheeks and the growlithe's lips. Volsar might have been a bit annoyed as his pets attention began straying from them but he was too busy holding himself on the edge and trying to drag an object closer with his psychic powers.
"Just a little further... Ahhh!"
Volsar cried out, clenching his arse tightly, forcing Rakuen's tongue out, as he arched his back and shuddered from his climax. His cock jumped wildly in his hand as it shot out long bursts of creamy cum all over a bowl of pokefood which Volsar had successfully retrieved.
Giggling, Volsar stood, albeit shakily, and patted Grim's and then Rakuen's head.
"Well done. I knew cats and dogs could be friends."
Using his foot, Volsar slid the bowl of pokefood in front of the two pets, his seed spattered all over the pellets and dripping deeper into the bowl.
"You'll be sharing a bowl from now on," Volsar informed them. "Eat up then go to sleep."
Still chuckling to himself, Volsar closed his eyes and teleported away.
The End